There are times where I wish my heart just had a megaphone. Or my thoughts. I mean, I speak perfectly fine but I can never say what I feel. No matter how hard I try, it never comes out. I’m working on it though. Maybe one day, my heart won’t need a megaphone and it’ll have a strong and loud voice all on its own.
the man with the megaphone was purely insane. insane but genius. what he was saying really took my heart into hold. my mind was totally wrapped around his words and thoughts he was so courageously sharing with the rest of the world. it was incredible. i wish i could be as brave as him. to be that free without worry, without fear of being judged.
She’s always loved grand gestures. When she was fifteen, her first love gave her a bouquet of roses.. then gave her another bouquet… and another..until she had a total of nine hundred and ninety four, her favorite number. She conveniently forgot to tell him that she had only been joking when he had asked.
She is twenty nine noow, fourteen years after the fact. She still loves grand gestures. So when he picks up the megaphone and asks her, in front of the entire crowd in the At &T stadium: “Will you marry me?” she never hesitates.
The megaphone sits on the stand, dauntingly, daunting me to pick it up, to face my fear, to be brave. I reach out and the tips of my fingers touch the cool plastic. No, silence is best.
“Time’s up!” coach riley yells through the megaphone. “Finally,” I think to myself. My last P.E. class of the year was over. My last class of high school. When I walk out of those doors, it will be for the last time. I feel like it was only yesterday when I started here at Western High School. I walked through those doors and the enormous room swallowed me up. The cheerleaders on the side lines were glamorous and the basketball team on the floor was royalty. Now I know, it was all a lie. High school was always what I made it. People say it sucks, but that’s because they make it suck. I didn’t let that happen to me. Instead of wallowing in the corner about how I didn’t make the cheerleading team, I was at the sign up sheets for every extra curricular I could find. I made myself royalty and my friends glamorous. I filled my free periods with shakespeare sonnets and yearbook layouts. I made my school years amazing and I don’t think I’ll ever forget them. The classes, the teachers, the friends, and the enemies. They all made me the person I am today. The person who is about to leave high school and never come back. The rush of sadness that was just pulsing through my veins, is replaced by happiness. I’m not happy that I have to leave(other than my horrid P.E. class) but I am happy about what this school has done to me. It’s helped me believe in myself. My first step out these doors will be my first step into adulthood. Wish me luck.
Oh my goodness shouting from the megaphone! excitement joy baseball games oh my assholes too. Reminds me of the simpsons, reminds me of a little oo I’ve never held a megaphone, I don’t even know if they exist, I’m not sure I’ve seen one in person –0 maybe in gym class maybe? I don’t know. How long is this minute anyway. I can see mrs taylor holding one. Oh the Megaphone,. Oh what a stupid invention
I mainly think of cheerleaders and gymnasts and that movie Stick It which was so incredibly disappointing to me. And how I think megaphones should require a license to be purchased because the wrong people always end up with them and their ridiculous exclamations are unleashed upon us all.
Her ears were still ringing after the unnecessary blast. Why couldn’t the police understand? It wasn’t that the protestors hadn’t heard the officer the first time, it was that they were unwilling to submit. Adding a megaphone to the mix wasn’t helping anything, let alone her headache. What was next, teargas? Things were going downhill fast.
Mr. Mason held up the megaphone so that everyone could hear. In a halting voice, he commanded, “go through that set again! This time, it better be better.” The bandmates ran around, subject ants to a larger power.
If one holds a megaphone backwards their voice becomes negative.
They can talk to ghosts and control things like breezes and ideas.
The ghosts help because that’s what they do.
Ghosts are very helpful.
Go! Team! Roaring Crowds, Homecoming Games. High School memories come flooding back in bittersweet waves of victories and losses both on and off a field, in hearts as well as courts.
His voice was like a megaphone full of broken glass. It made my eyes water just to speak with him, but I had no choice. This monster was the only thing with knowledge of my father’s whereabouts for the past eighteen months, and I wasn’t about to let him keep quiet any longer.
A megaphone is a useless, loud, shot the f up, piece of crap that football games should kick a field goal with……until it breaks into a million tiny pieces.
Megaphones are awesome. Think about it: whoever really hears all we say? With a megaphone I could scream anything… and wouldn’t have to be afraid that no one would hear me.
“Action,” shouted the director, then he sat back and watched. His brows furrowed as the scene unfolded. “No, No, that’s not what I want. Cut, cut I said!” No one appeared to hear. He picked up the large megaphone next to him, lifted it to his lips and shouted CUT!
Because when people know who you are you are vulnerable. Hide. Run away before they can hurt you. Security is more important than self actualization. If you aren’t alive you can’t protect your interests.
It was like he was talking to me through a megaphone even though he barely uttered a whisper. I could see little specks of blood with each forced word and I couldn’t stop the flow of tears. I knew that all I was hearing him say right now would be the last words I’d ever hear him speak. It was a comfort and a pain to hear him utter, “I love you.”
cherry red horn and white mouth, the light glints off its smooth plastic skin, the speaker inside its mouth like a mouthful of cottage cheese howls with a robotic voice.
…the fact that I was not able to shout out my frustration and sense of abandonment to anyone. Oh God! I wish I could! I felt tired, sad and betrayed…As loud as I could, shout it into a megaphone even for all to hear. But no I couldn’t…so I kept walking.
Jared took a sip of his beer and turned toward Tonya. “So you flunked Chemistry and they pulled the bossy megaphone mouth bitch from the reserve to replace you?” Tonya stared straight ahead at herself in the bar mirror. “That’s right,” she said. “Say, you want another shot?” Jared asked. “Why not?” Tonya said. Jared put two fingers up to the bartender, then looked at Tonya. “Couldn’t you have done better? I mean why did you allow that to happen?” Tonya shot him a look. “Because back then I didn’t think the universal laws applied to me.” Jared smiled, said, “Good answer.” He bobbed his head. “What about now?” he asked. “Gravitation’s my favorite. It keeps my ass on this barstool,” she said.
I sat in the stands waiting for my audition to come. I wait. I wait. Then a woman with a megaphone calls our section. Its time =) I can do this. Deep breathe. Pray. You can do this. God willing.
Amplified voices, carried across the stadium, announcing the problems, the solutions…
Hidden under the stands, Melanie only heard the problems.
Someone had died.
Someone always died.
She pulled her boyfriend closer and started kissing him again.
“That was your twin, wasn’t it?”
He muttered something, and unclipped her bra.
the projection of sound, the projection of thought, what do we need to say that must be spoken so loudly. What thoughts do we have that cannot be spoken quietly, in whispered voices, or even at inside level. Do we need to project our thoughts because others won’t listen. . because they refuse to hear?
i grabbed the megaphone out of layneys hand and stared at the crowd. there was silence as i looked at them and wondered if i had the courage to do it. I put it to my mouth. Today, my voice boomed, i saw… but i stopped short because suddenly the thing i saw crashed through the ceiling
I remember the first time I saw a megaphone. It was in a very old black and white movie. The cheerleader was yelling through it during the game. The cheerleader was a guy. He looked as old as everyone’s dad today.
loud loud intrusive and loud!!! everyone can hear me no one can ignore me. i will shout out all the injustices of the world!!! i will advocate for the oppressed!!! i will stand.
talking. talking. more talking. why does everyone talk so much? especially when all i need is someone to listen to me. listen to my words and actually care about how i feel. but his will probably never happen. why? because its me.
I remember the days I stood on the sidelines wearing that too short skirt. But things changed, I changed. I know where my priorities are. Now rather than shouting peppy chants through a megaphone, I’m playing a trumpet on the field with a state worthy marching band. BECAUSE I’M AWESOME!
“Hello, boys and girls, and welcome to the game.”
A hundred men and women were lost in the stadium, and could only answer to the unknown voice of the megaphone. This was not what they had expected when they had bought tickets to Saturday’s ‘game’.
Scream it through the megaphone, let everyone know. Don’t be afraid to show it. Show you’re not afraid and that you’re confident in yourself. Stand up tall, don’t cry. You’re worth it. Let everyone else know it too.
As she raised the shotgun the room grew silent except for the crackling of the fire. And then the silence was broken by a voice over a loudspeaker or a megaphone, “You in the house! Come out with your hands raised high! I repeat, Come out with your hands raised high. You are surrounded by the Highpass Militia.”
i think of him, holding this bell-shaped apparatus in front of his angry face, while he talks reason and dignity into these people.slowly he lets his hand hold the megaphone with less conviction. multitasking is not a natural task, and when he is getting his next raving mad, accurate and sound thoughts in order, in order to move the masses, his fists will take the backseat, leaving the highlighting decibel device linger alone for a few seconds before takes it up again, like a funny shaped sword into battle.
There are times where I wish my heart just had a megaphone. Or my thoughts. I mean, I speak perfectly fine but I can never say what I feel. No matter how hard I try, it never comes out. I’m working on it though. Maybe one day, my heart won’t need a megaphone and it’ll have a strong and loud voice all on its own.
it’s huge you can have a huge voice with it super cool loud scary schools lines elementary frusterated teachers rallies protesters chanting.
the man with the megaphone was purely insane. insane but genius. what he was saying really took my heart into hold. my mind was totally wrapped around his words and thoughts he was so courageously sharing with the rest of the world. it was incredible. i wish i could be as brave as him. to be that free without worry, without fear of being judged.
She’s always loved grand gestures. When she was fifteen, her first love gave her a bouquet of roses.. then gave her another bouquet… and another..until she had a total of nine hundred and ninety four, her favorite number. She conveniently forgot to tell him that she had only been joking when he had asked.
She is twenty nine noow, fourteen years after the fact. She still loves grand gestures. So when he picks up the megaphone and asks her, in front of the entire crowd in the At &T stadium: “Will you marry me?” she never hesitates.
The megaphone sits on the stand, dauntingly, daunting me to pick it up, to face my fear, to be brave. I reach out and the tips of my fingers touch the cool plastic. No, silence is best.
Emergency, cheering, crowd get back, letting people know where you stand at.”Action”!
“Time’s up!” coach riley yells through the megaphone. “Finally,” I think to myself. My last P.E. class of the year was over. My last class of high school. When I walk out of those doors, it will be for the last time. I feel like it was only yesterday when I started here at Western High School. I walked through those doors and the enormous room swallowed me up. The cheerleaders on the side lines were glamorous and the basketball team on the floor was royalty. Now I know, it was all a lie. High school was always what I made it. People say it sucks, but that’s because they make it suck. I didn’t let that happen to me. Instead of wallowing in the corner about how I didn’t make the cheerleading team, I was at the sign up sheets for every extra curricular I could find. I made myself royalty and my friends glamorous. I filled my free periods with shakespeare sonnets and yearbook layouts. I made my school years amazing and I don’t think I’ll ever forget them. The classes, the teachers, the friends, and the enemies. They all made me the person I am today. The person who is about to leave high school and never come back. The rush of sadness that was just pulsing through my veins, is replaced by happiness. I’m not happy that I have to leave(other than my horrid P.E. class) but I am happy about what this school has done to me. It’s helped me believe in myself. My first step out these doors will be my first step into adulthood. Wish me luck.
Oh my goodness shouting from the megaphone! excitement joy baseball games oh my assholes too. Reminds me of the simpsons, reminds me of a little oo I’ve never held a megaphone, I don’t even know if they exist, I’m not sure I’ve seen one in person –0 maybe in gym class maybe? I don’t know. How long is this minute anyway. I can see mrs taylor holding one. Oh the Megaphone,. Oh what a stupid invention
I mainly think of cheerleaders and gymnasts and that movie Stick It which was so incredibly disappointing to me. And how I think megaphones should require a license to be purchased because the wrong people always end up with them and their ridiculous exclamations are unleashed upon us all.
Her ears were still ringing after the unnecessary blast. Why couldn’t the police understand? It wasn’t that the protestors hadn’t heard the officer the first time, it was that they were unwilling to submit. Adding a megaphone to the mix wasn’t helping anything, let alone her headache. What was next, teargas? Things were going downhill fast.
Loud can be funny at times like if something just burted out the cows gom moo lawl
Mr. Mason held up the megaphone so that everyone could hear. In a halting voice, he commanded, “go through that set again! This time, it better be better.” The bandmates ran around, subject ants to a larger power.
If one holds a megaphone backwards their voice becomes negative.
They can talk to ghosts and control things like breezes and ideas.
The ghosts help because that’s what they do.
Ghosts are very helpful.
Go! Team! Roaring Crowds, Homecoming Games. High School memories come flooding back in bittersweet waves of victories and losses both on and off a field, in hearts as well as courts.
His voice was like a megaphone full of broken glass. It made my eyes water just to speak with him, but I had no choice. This monster was the only thing with knowledge of my father’s whereabouts for the past eighteen months, and I wasn’t about to let him keep quiet any longer.
A megaphone is a useless, loud, shot the f up, piece of crap that football games should kick a field goal with……until it breaks into a million tiny pieces.
Megaphones are awesome. Think about it: whoever really hears all we say? With a megaphone I could scream anything… and wouldn’t have to be afraid that no one would hear me.
“Action,” shouted the director, then he sat back and watched. His brows furrowed as the scene unfolded. “No, No, that’s not what I want. Cut, cut I said!” No one appeared to hear. He picked up the large megaphone next to him, lifted it to his lips and shouted CUT!
Megaphone
Say it soft
And the whole world hears
Static
Hissing in my ears
Megaphone
Say it loud
Without fear
Because when people know who you are you are vulnerable. Hide. Run away before they can hurt you. Security is more important than self actualization. If you aren’t alive you can’t protect your interests.
It was like he was talking to me through a megaphone even though he barely uttered a whisper. I could see little specks of blood with each forced word and I couldn’t stop the flow of tears. I knew that all I was hearing him say right now would be the last words I’d ever hear him speak. It was a comfort and a pain to hear him utter, “I love you.”
cherry red horn and white mouth, the light glints off its smooth plastic skin, the speaker inside its mouth like a mouthful of cottage cheese howls with a robotic voice.
…the fact that I was not able to shout out my frustration and sense of abandonment to anyone. Oh God! I wish I could! I felt tired, sad and betrayed…As loud as I could, shout it into a megaphone even for all to hear. But no I couldn’t…so I kept walking.
Jared took a sip of his beer and turned toward Tonya. “So you flunked Chemistry and they pulled the bossy megaphone mouth bitch from the reserve to replace you?” Tonya stared straight ahead at herself in the bar mirror. “That’s right,” she said. “Say, you want another shot?” Jared asked. “Why not?” Tonya said. Jared put two fingers up to the bartender, then looked at Tonya. “Couldn’t you have done better? I mean why did you allow that to happen?” Tonya shot him a look. “Because back then I didn’t think the universal laws applied to me.” Jared smiled, said, “Good answer.” He bobbed his head. “What about now?” he asked. “Gravitation’s my favorite. It keeps my ass on this barstool,” she said.
The demonstrer yailed in the megaphone : “Sarko, t’es foutu, la jeunesse est dans la rue !”
I sat in the stands waiting for my audition to come. I wait. I wait. Then a woman with a megaphone calls our section. Its time =) I can do this. Deep breathe. Pray. You can do this. God willing.
The megaphone, enhancement of voice
a shout through mechanical vocal chords
attention gained once more, before the fall.
You don’t have to shout, you drunken lout. Finer things are said by finer, softer tongues.
Amplified voices, carried across the stadium, announcing the problems, the solutions…
Hidden under the stands, Melanie only heard the problems.
Someone had died.
Someone always died.
She pulled her boyfriend closer and started kissing him again.
“That was your twin, wasn’t it?”
He muttered something, and unclipped her bra.
the projection of sound, the projection of thought, what do we need to say that must be spoken so loudly. What thoughts do we have that cannot be spoken quietly, in whispered voices, or even at inside level. Do we need to project our thoughts because others won’t listen. . because they refuse to hear?
i grabbed the megaphone out of layneys hand and stared at the crowd. there was silence as i looked at them and wondered if i had the courage to do it. I put it to my mouth. Today, my voice boomed, i saw… but i stopped short because suddenly the thing i saw crashed through the ceiling
I remember the first time I saw a megaphone. It was in a very old black and white movie. The cheerleader was yelling through it during the game. The cheerleader was a guy. He looked as old as everyone’s dad today.
loud loud intrusive and loud!!! everyone can hear me no one can ignore me. i will shout out all the injustices of the world!!! i will advocate for the oppressed!!! i will stand.
talking. talking. more talking. why does everyone talk so much? especially when all i need is someone to listen to me. listen to my words and actually care about how i feel. but his will probably never happen. why? because its me.
I remember the days I stood on the sidelines wearing that too short skirt. But things changed, I changed. I know where my priorities are. Now rather than shouting peppy chants through a megaphone, I’m playing a trumpet on the field with a state worthy marching band. BECAUSE I’M AWESOME!
“Hello, boys and girls, and welcome to the game.”
A hundred men and women were lost in the stadium, and could only answer to the unknown voice of the megaphone. This was not what they had expected when they had bought tickets to Saturday’s ‘game’.
Loud! Shouting out into the crowd. Huuuushhh….silance. Nothing but pure Silance. Ounancments come out big or small good or bad.
Scream it through the megaphone, let everyone know. Don’t be afraid to show it. Show you’re not afraid and that you’re confident in yourself. Stand up tall, don’t cry. You’re worth it. Let everyone else know it too.
As she raised the shotgun the room grew silent except for the crackling of the fire. And then the silence was broken by a voice over a loudspeaker or a megaphone, “You in the house! Come out with your hands raised high! I repeat, Come out with your hands raised high. You are surrounded by the Highpass Militia.”
i think of him, holding this bell-shaped apparatus in front of his angry face, while he talks reason and dignity into these people.slowly he lets his hand hold the megaphone with less conviction. multitasking is not a natural task, and when he is getting his next raving mad, accurate and sound thoughts in order, in order to move the masses, his fists will take the backseat, leaving the highlighting decibel device linger alone for a few seconds before takes it up again, like a funny shaped sword into battle.